“Vatarr? You are reborn, and you found my mind despite me being summoned in another realm? I didn't see that coming. To think you, me, and the other demon kings... to think we were all a trinity, all of us as one, so long ago.” Spirry mumbled to himself, reflecting about his past, from another time and place; “Vatarr” was Spirry when he was part of a trinity, so long ago, but he did not remember the names of those other demon kings.
Regardless, this magical orb probably did not intend to do anything harmful to Spirry, but the souls of other demon lords, perhaps in some way pulled by the orb's effects of wanting to be free, affected them as well, and now they also wanted to be free.
It appeared as if something giant in the air grabbed Spirry and pulled him backwards, and with such force many of his bones snapped, and his blood for a moment splashed forwards midair. Spirry fell, and the six giant reptilian monsters eagerly ran towards the falling meat. How ironic, that a demon would suffer from multiple simultaneous demonic possessions.
But the Newborn would not give-up easily, and despite being broken, the sharp, hot pain did not outmatch the constant affect of being peeled open, but he felt better, and would have smiled if he had a face. He landed on his back with a loud audible splat, wings and blood spreading out. At least his rapid regeneration kicked in, and his wounds healed, but with this much damage, he'd not be able to fly or fight very well; he had to stand his ground and fight.
The six monsters ran in a triangular cluster, sometimes bumping into each other to be the first to eat such easy prey. The first monster approached, head low to the ground, ready to gobble up the Newborn.
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